They beckon to me
The harbor and the shore
Saying I should see them once again
If in another guise than I knew them before
Once not seldom visitor
Greeting them gladly under bright skies
And I know I should answer
Say my yes and go to them
Sink into their willing salt wetness
But my heart might as well be that bird
Not the pheasant but the other one
For I have worked to build the walls and shut the door
And I no longer know that I can see in strong light

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